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The room feels like you stepped into the russain woods, from how cold it is
The rose smell has faded into rot, untangle rot it stings all your senses, a
Creature covered in human eyes appears, the walls are covered in flesh,
Some with eyes some with teeth, others with unknown body fluids,on them
Doors and windows, scattered all over the place, each looking locked, the room
Grows colder and colder

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